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Xavy Rusan - See Thru (Explicit) Add music to your content creations. Get full access to over 40,000 tracks & 90,000 sound effects. All rights are included. Try for FREE! https://share.epidemicsound.com/ip1tvy Xavy Rusan shares his unique perspective on life and how to see through the illusions of the world. He encourages young men to stay true to themselves and not let society control their lives. Genre - Alternative Hip Hop Mood - Dark, Restless Tempo- 146 BPM Composed by Michael Xavier Westerfield, Tobias Fagerström Produced by Toby Tranter Release date - November 12, 2021 Available to stream on: Spotify Apple Music Amazon Music Deezer Napster Lyrics: Aye, aye Aye, aye Look Baby girl, love my bop and I’m like “Me too” No roof on my top, and my babe see through Hatin’ on the ?, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon’ feed you I been all on my grind, so why I need you? Baby girl, love my bob and I’m like “Me too” No roof on my top, and my babe see through Hatin’ on the ?, don’t stop s***, ain’t gon’ feed you I been all on my grind, so why I need you? Big flex, might swole her Double cup and I’m poled up Niggers hatin’ like “Hol’ up” What’s the problem, I’m poled up Big flex, might swole her Hard ‘bout it, they fold up Shawty say I done glowed up Double text on my phone I fuck with your boy, I’m the man of the year I’m not a fan of your peers (No way) Serve ‘em with fate, I’m gonna hand them the shears He not the man he appears (No way) Heart of a lion, I’m trampling fears I look the man in the mirror (Dear fate) Crowd me a river to stand in the tears You ‘bout to stand in the clear (Keep it) I’m going crazy, niggers for gazy? How are they ever gon’ fuck with the kid? Put it on baby, you do not faze me Boy I do not give a fuck what you did Eating that kitty, she stuntin’ my rear (Yup) How can I trust? Fuck with the pigs? (Bro?) Bro got a Glock and a couple of seeds He think about splitting a couple of weeks (brr) Shawty my DNA all real nigger Sweatsuit all Hilfiger And I ain’t even gotta deal with you If I ain’t never split a bill with you I got Hennessy and? (Aha) Baby girl wearing Nada (Yeah) Ass growing from the cider (Aha) Bathrobe in this Prada (Facts) Fiji water by the cold glass (Yup) Granddaddy ‘boutta zip lock Flex season, I’m road runnin’ I’m stayin’ all in my tip-top (Firr) Young man with the old minds So I ain’t worrying’ ‘bout slight shit I be up ‘till sunrise I’m staying out on my night shift I got a bottle of bourbon, a bundle of hunnals I’m piggy, I’m flexing’ a bit, figured I’d hit it and quit it I’m busy, I ain’t got the minutes for textin’ that bitch Came from the gutter with me and my brother I’m moving my mother right out of the city Bitch, I’m a star and they know I go hard So I’m kissin’ them babies and signing them titties Go blingin’ like Chingo (Ey) Rockstar like Ringo (Ey) Checks coming in, back to back I’ma line them up like Bingo (Chi-ching) Oh, I think that they like me (Yup) They be all on my wood tip Not a stain on my white tee I’m poppin’ all of this good shit Big flex, might swole her Double cup and I’m poled up Niggers hatin’ like “Hol’ up” What’s the problem, I’m poled up Big flex, might swole her Hard ‘bout it, they fold up Shawty say I done glowed up Baby girl love my bob and I’m like “Me too” No roof on my top, and my babe see through Hatin’ on the?, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon’ feed you I been all on my grind, so why I need you?